Of course I love woman’s touch too.” Bea and Bella glanced at one another, Cindy didn’t notice.Cindy shrugged, “Maybe.”“Why do you think ...y marriage ended? Too much black cock to have fun with,” Bea said.“I’ve been looking to moving to Florida,” Cindy changed the subject.“Can we come with you?” Bea asked.“Of course,” Cindy smiled, grabbing Bella’s breasts, slapping her ass again to tell her to resume riding the strap-on.“A friend is coming to LA for a quick trip in few weeks,” Bea said. . I had to open my eyes. Because if it was falling to my death, I had to see the concrete of the pavement below me. But against everything that physics had taught me, I found myself literally flying. That is until I reached the apex of my jump. Because after that it was a rapid decline. I had almost made it to the building when I realised that I would crash face-first into the building. So, I would die anyway. Just before the inevitable face plant of death happened, I felt someone catch me around. He didn't exactly mind that sensation, or the promise of what was to occur next. His women, while only two in number, had the right attitude for slave girls.Both of Laurie's concubines had trouble sitting down, of course. Zenobia Stanfield's most reluctant concubine, Kim Parson, seemed rather upset, for reasons that were unclear. She wouldn't look anyone in the eye, except for her ex-husband, with whom she appeared to be pleading for some reason. Dale was too busy with his own concubines to. Her tongue felt fat and stuffed up in her mouth. She clenched her hands behind her back. “Y-You know.”Bryce nodded. “Come on,” he said, holding out one of his dark orange-black hands to her. Tiff took it and the strength of his grip actually made her smile a bit. She liked boys who gripped her tightly – didn’t treat her like blown glass. Thinking that phrase, with her foot locked up in glossy not-glass made her snort and giggle all at once, sniffling as she tried to keep the tears away. Bryce.